You have Him wrapped up tight, don’t you?

In a box

of your own design

of your own size

of your own weight, height, depth.

He fits, doesn’t He?

Fits in your constraining box.

Of course He must fit, right?

He must fit, because you get to choose….

When to bring Him out,

when to acknowledge Him,

when to worship Him,

when to listen to Him,

when to take advantage of His power.

As if He were a genie

at your beckon call.

It is surreal to try and imagine

GOD in a box.

If there ever was anyone who didn’t fit

in a box

it is Him.

But we try to do it, don’t we?

We try to just bring Him out of that box

on Sunday

when we are afraid

when life is caving in

when we walk through the valley of the shadow…

What would we do…